•Crowfeather & Feathertail & Leafpool•
She breathes in
She breathes out
She wakes up
and lays down
She can hardly speak
and so she screams
"You're a medicine cat. I understand what that means now. StarClan go with you, Leafpool. I'll never forget you."
"Don't you know how I feel about you? And how much I hate myself for feeling that way about another cat so soon after Feathertail's death? I loved her, I really did! How can I love you too?"
"Think you have nine lives, do you? I saved you once... don't make me save you again."
"I'll always be with you, Crowpaw."
"That doesn't mean I didn't love you."
"I do remember. You don't think I feel any affection for that bad-tempered furball, do you? Every time we see each other he tries to make trouble. I just wanted to know if Barkface had given Morningflower the rest of the watermint."
"Hollyleaf, I have lost my kits, the one cat I loved, and my calling as a medicine cat. Which do you think would be easier for me, to die, or to go on living?"
Feathertail could only feel the blood on her fur, dragging her to a death that would tie two lives. She looked up at Crowpaw, who's wails were silent in the world, but real in her pounding ears. "I'll always be with you... Crowpaw." She whispered, pain in her mew, and her life began to ooze away as the words slipped out of her mouth, with the taste of rocks. An outline of Sharptooth suddenly vanished, as if he was going to an after-life as well. Feathertail lied her head down, flashes of Crowpaw and her in her mind. "I would have stayed with you forever." She whispered to Crowpaw, so silent, that soon the breeze carried it away. "Oh, Feathertail!" Was the first meow she ever heard from Silverstream, her mother, and the last meow she ever heard in her life. Closing her pale blue eyes, Crowpaw's beautiful face was burned forever in her mind, his dark blue eyes, pools of emotion that meant her love was his, always.
"Feathertail!"
Feeling as if she was flying, Feathertail leaped high in the Starclan sky. Looking down, there was the life of a clan cat. Crowfeather. What honor, a memory of a dead cat who loved him. Looking up, she saw Silverstream's smile. "Follow your heart." Her mother always said, with her eyes full of love and wisdom. She remembered Silverstream also loved a cat outside of her clan, Graystripe. Waving through the territory, she saw the mountains, the top, crushing the sky above. Her mouth was stinging of the smell of fish, a small, but still very delicous, trout was hanging loosely, it's scales brimming from the greenleaf sunlight. Dashing off, the mountains seem to go on forever, hiding from her, like the horizon. Her eyes always saw Crowfeather, however. But just like the horizon, she could not come to him, dead as a Starclan angel. His light was shining, and his heart was covered by a thick mist of rudeness and immature moods, but as her claws raked against that mist, his heart showed it's true power, shining, bright, and lovable. And, alone. What gave it away?
His Eyes.
Those dark sapphire gems did not have a mist. It did not have a thorn that only shown healing. Crowfeather's lake-blue eyes always gave him away, even if he promised his life to them.